As I lay here wide a wake at the wee hours of the morning, i begin listen to a song that ties to the memories I share with one of my best friends and my brother. the three of us have all been together for the last 18 years of our lives, and we all are about to split apart and leave each other in a matter of weeks, even days (for me). this song reminds me of the spring breaks that we share together. it was one of my fondest memories we all share. the relaxation and safeness of this song made that week so special. we spent that week of march in tybee island+savannah, GA. one of my favorite places in the United States. All we did that week was become closer than we were before. those few days when we went to the good restaurants and sites. the times we would go to the beach and into town. the time where we got drunk and saw my parents downtown was soo much fun. captain morgan was the man. we thought we were so sly and sneaky, it was hilarious. they never knew. until the night where we told them we were going to the beach and we would be back later. we brought our water bottles full of liquor, and got so smashed. it was nice. we had no worries or stress or problems that related to the outside world when we were drinking on that beach. it was getting late, so we figured it was time to head inside. we walked into the condo and were on the couches, thats what we last remember. i remember waking up on the couch wondering how the fuck i got there.  those are the nights i will never remember with the people i will never forget. that day my mom and dad said they knew we were drunk, we were talking fast and slurring our words apparently, it was hilarious. they got a kick out of it, and we weren’t in trouble. later that week we went on a quest. a quest to find the house in the new miley cyrus movie, the last song. we went up and down streets, looking at footage in the movie trailer and looking at googlemaps, but we never found it. we thought we did, but it wasn’t it, it might have been the dock that they shot on, but not the house. we ended up talking to some lady, who pointed at the house next door and said that was it. that was bullshit, clearly. but we gave up on our hunt. the evening arrived and we went to this cool little place in town. they said miley and her family were there almost everynight. it was a cool littler bar place. it was so chill with this local energy, that was so peaceful. on one of the last nights. we had a perfect night. well almost lol. we got so fucked up, it was insane. my brother ended up passin out in my friends bed, and so me and her passed out in mine. it was the morning from hell. with the light glaring in the windows, it was terrible. it felt like needles in my fucking brain.  but was it worth it. hell yes. it was an unforgettable vaction. the day of my birthday we drove 20 minutes to savannah. and right away i knew thats where i want to live when i grow up. but the scary thing is, thats now. i am actually becoming an adult, and it feels so fast. its scary, but life is. we have to experience it to enjoy it.

other spring break memories.
stopping at the hotel in nc and getting wasted.
getting drunk everyday and going to the beach in florida.
trying to hang out with a local in florida who worked at the hotel but that didn’t happen.
and many fucking more.

im gonna miss these two. they will always be my best friends and siblings, no matter where we are in the world.  

Have you ever been in a sea of people and just wanted to drift away. Your so crammed together as if you can’t breathe, and the only thing you can do is walk out to catch your breath. Even though they are herds of people you somehow feel alone as if no one knows the true you. I’m tired of listening to people and pretending like I give a damn, honestly I don’t. I don’t want to be forced some place where I feel a weight of boredom and pointlessness wresting on my shoulders. I rather surround my self with people that I actually care about, and want to listen to what they have to say. fuck people and fuck society.